Monthly Archives: March 2007

when in doubt, make a list

Five Reasons I Hate Treadmill #10 At The Downtown Y:

  1. It’s on the end, so there’s a lot of traffic by it and I get convinced everyone is staring at me and silently judging me as they scope out machines.
  2. It’s far away from all of the ceiling fans so it’s a little warmer there than at other treadmills.
  3. I am convinced I get tired faster on #10 because it is sucky.
  4. There’s a column or something in the way so you can’t see all six TVs while you’re on it, which sucks because I have a short attention span when I’m working out.
  5. The one TV you can see reliably is the one that’s tuned to FOX News. I like to pretend FOX News doesn’t exist and working on #10 makes that impossible.

argh

I need a cookie and a nap.

clear it out

My favorite magazine in the whole wide world is Real Simple. I let my subscription lapse for a while and I was actually sad about it, like I’d broken up with someone for no reason at all. So finally I decided to get it going again and for the last few weeks I’ve been all excited about its return to my mailbox. And then last week it finally arrived and I immediately read it from cover to cover. Yay, Real Simple.

This month’s issue had an article about organizing and cleaning up clutter in your life, and the author of the article said that she challenged all of her clients to find fifty things to throw away. Magazines and catalogs only counted as one thing, and you were not limited to physical clutter. You could add mental clutter to the list.

This was one of those articles that seemed completely fine but not life-changing as I read it, but over the last few days I’ve found myself thinking about it a lot as I go about my day-to-day business. And, slowly but surely, I’m starting to throw some things out.

I’m not a terrible pack rat but I do tend to hold on to some things and feelings long past their usefulness. So I’m letting some things go. I started with some old magazines and catalogs. Those were easy to toss out. And then I threw away some stuff in the bathroom – old makeup I’ve been keeping because it was expensive, for example. Also easy. I’ll never use it again anyway.

It’s been a little harder to let go of some mental things – some old betrayals and embarrassments I’ve been hoarding, some weird things about relationships that I haven’t cleaned up because they’re safe and comfortable – but I’m working on those.

I like the concept. I like the way I’m feeling. I like how this is happening gradually, almost organically. I should maybe keep a paper list so I know when I get to 50 and don’t shortchange myself.

changing clothes multiple times

I’m playing around with new site themes today. Please bear with me on anything that’s broken or missing or rapidly changing. Thanks!

begone, witnesses

The Jehovah’s Witnesses are after me. I think they want my soul.

I’ve been getting cryptic voice mails once a week or so for the last few weeks, where women with shifty mumbly voices quote passages from the Bible and then hang up. I finally did a caller ID cross-check and determined that the calls were from the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses. I’ve tried to call them back three or four times to tell them to knock it the hell off, but the phone always rings and rings and no one ever answers.

And then yesterday I had a cryptic hand-addressed medium-sized manila envelope in my mailbox. I did not recognize the return address. I was trying to remember if I’d signed up for or ordered anything recently, and I couldn’t decide whether or not to open it. Maybe it was full of anthrax or a flat bomb. Maybe it was a death threat.

No, it was a hand-written letter with more Bible verses and my very own free copy of The Watchtower.

It looks like there’s an organized direct marketing campaign going on to increase membership. And, you know, if I’m going to find God, something tells me it’s not happening through odd and cryptic voice mails or packages sent to my house.

Leave me alone. If I need anything, I know where to find you.